[Snoop Dogg & (Master P) talking] Hey yo (Ghetto Postage) Give me something that makes a nigga wanna pop his motherfuckin' collar (With a lil' West Coast
Won't you feed me Jack Won't you feed me Jack It's not too late to see you smile It's not too late to stay for a while Watch all the trees and what they
[master p] Yeah, t-r-u, all about the paper chase Young silkk, 'bout to take y'all foos on a journey [silkk the shocker] Seems it's a trip what niggas
Silkk talking: Silkk the shocker nigga, c-murder nigga, master p gc nigga, tru what the Fuack y'all wanna do Chorus Halloway We them down south killer
In my eyes stagnation surrounds Blood that life beaten and bound An act of mercy, a scene of pain There is no difference, it's all in your name This
You must never forget the essence of your spark All of that which defies you is the essence of your blood We're the Factory that's been removed We serve
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I watch you tap the blood in my vein My heart you feed on to keep you sustained A parasite that leaves me cold and drained I'm in shock and you leave
There is no future for us to suture Your life ill fated, beat down and hated Shot in the head, walking undead Numb to the world, around your head Rip
A clone force mass produced Simulate introduce Delinquent rank and file Encode it, stamped and styled Ill affected progeny Tasteless iconography Ill
Discrimination your intention to scar me Discrimination your a suspect penalty I suffer Spiteful resolution by your sentence we must fall Spiteful resolution
You waste away a spinning cage Mass binded by the sun You spend your day stuck in a race And life has just begun A paradise is in eclipse And lives are
Nothing you say matters to us Nothing you say matters to us Fuck you Spread your word this point of view And connect the machine Goddamned words, ocean
So much violence in our name Our life, a silence masked in shame Children running in the streets Soldier boots are on their feet Mothers bare the burdens
Woo Won't you believe it It's just my luck Won't you believe it It's just my luck Won't you believe it It's just my luck Won't you believe it It's just
Machines are paper thin, and they're welded with ink Sealed inside a legal trap, so tight with a leak A contract with the Devil for a life of distain
Lies are all that we hear Death your undertones of fear Lies are what causes fear Death you and all that I hear This in your eyes So clear your eyes